Tuesday, August 03, 2010
When It Rains . . .
So much for "hiatuses."
When I last posted, I mentioned all the activity with the garden and getting stuff canned or frozen. Since then, we indeed did get quite a bit done — only to have it interrupted when my stepfather sustained a couple of bad falls at home. He ended up in the hospital, but the Lord was in this because we were able to finally find out what's been making him so unsteady on his feet in recent months.
Turns out that it's something called non-pressure hydrocephalus, which amounts to fluid on the brain that isn't draining properly. It's apparently not all that uncommon in elderly people, and we're hopeful that a procedure done by a neurosurgeon will fix things up.
All of these events of late have caused me to ponder anew the maturing of my Reformed theology, or better yet, the NEED to mature it. God is sovereign. Nothing escapes His notice, nor happens out of His loving watchcare over His children. When troubling things happen, our natural, fleshly tendency is to get upset and to curse the darkness. Worse yet, we even begin to question God's dealings in an inappropriate way. Instead, our faithful response ought to be, "Lord, what are you teaching me through this, and how can I best bring You glory?" After all, isn't bringing Him glory one of our main tasks as believers?
I still have much to learn!